In the class I teach on Wednesdays, the question was about how many children the seniors had. The next question was about how many grandchildren. A Somali elder told me that he had five grandchildren. Three live here in our city. The other two...he paused a couple of seconds, folded his hands and put them next to his face like he was going to sleep, then said, "...in Somalia." In Somalia, they died. He looked down. I cleared my throat.
"I'm so sorry."
He nodded while staring at the table.
And now, this continues.
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